The routine she’s set into three days a week never really seems to change. She leaves the store, her shift over for the weekend. 2 days to herself.
The bag hanging on her left arm and her car keys in her right hand. Why bother spend a minute or two looking for your keys when u can have them in your hand and ready to go?
When she makes it out the door of the store and turns right. Down this strip of stores is the parking lot where employees only can par for the stores of this strip. She’s one of them. Though, it’s a long walk from here to the end of this street, she makes this walk every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Her quills up in a well did Pony Tail. Dress shirt and slacks. Black sneakers to look dressy and since she is on her feet for 4 hours a day, on the days she works, give great support for her feet. It actually makes it possible to walk the long distance back to the parking lot and to her car.
The sun was shining this day. Summer was in season.
She continues her walk. Her eyes focused on her path to the end of the street, a few more blocks and she would be in her car and on her way home. Rock music and air conditioning never sounded so good.
Her walk continued. her smile turned to a surprised look when a by passer bumped her left arm quite harshly, forcing her to stumble back dropping her bag, spilling its contents and forcing her to drop her keys in reaction to catching her balance.
Perhaps he didn't know his own strength. Like it even mattered. She never bothered to look up at anyone and no one bothered to stop and help her. Everyone was to busy to even see that she was in distress.
She knelt down and picked up her belongings; wallet, check book, pens, phone, and her note pad. When she looked inside she noticed she didn't put her keys inside her tote bag.
She stayed on her knees, skimming and feeling the pavement. Nothing. She searched her bag again. Still nothing. She even lifted it to see if her keys were under her bag. Again nothing. She places her bag on her arm. She wasn't going to lose something else
Still determined to find them she scans the side walk again both with eyes and her hands. This time she’s falling into panic mode. Then, someone next to her clears his throat. Catching her attention, she slowly turns her head.
Blue eyes meet white with red sclera. He grips the keys in his fist, nails sharp and threatening, just like his appearance.
He helps her to her feet by gently holding her waist. Slowly, she stands.
Compared to her little figure, 5 foot 5 inch height, he really was intimidating, standing between, 6 foot 8 inches to 7 foot even. His well toned body showed that. Proving it was too hot for him to wear a shirt. Maybe even that extra long white added more effects of the heat. The only attire on him was his pants, green white and red. Showing his nationality.
She never really did the same. She never really fed into her back ground. Never did much thinking on it. It wasn't that she didn't care she just didn't to really know how to.
She knew him. Everyone knew him. The world knew him. It was just that at this moment the world around here were too wrapped up in what was around them to notice what was before their small town.
She knew his species. Black and White striped mammals never go a miss here. Not in her water side town. But today it seemed everything was.
Hedgehogs, foxes, dogs, cats, any animal r known to pop up here and live here but skunks, Very rare here. Very. At her age of 17 this is the first she ever saw here.
Mofeta. That was the name he went by. Last name actually. He did look 24, 25, or 26, but his age was told to the world. 19. He was known. She wasn't.
He let her waist go. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't pull away from his eyes. He jingled her keys once. She snapped from her trance to her keys. He had them. Even before she even knew they were missing.
He hung her car keys on a finger. His nail looked sharp and his intimidation seemed to grow. Like if she took the keys he would slash her throat. His eyes soften.
She reached out cautiously. Slowly she took her keys back. This time, it wasn't from the fear she pulled the keys back slowly. It had nothing to do with it. When her fingers touched his she wanted to make it last.
He smiles and turns, continuing his walk down the side walk. She can only watch and smile at his perfect posture, that confident walk, the sway of his tail.
She knew Eddie started his career young. Very young. She watched the matches and read the papers. He gained a title everywhere he went. She always wanted the same confidence Eddie had. That`s when it clicked. She didn't want to be like Eddie. She wanted Eddie.
She pulls her hair tie out and lets her long quills flow. She watches as he disappears down the street. That`s when she starts in the direction she was going. Back to her car.
As she walked two things were set in her mind.
Were they meant to be? If so, when?
